Hazel Durham

Black And White - Poem by Hazel Durham

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White dazzles my inner divide, Black thrown in with my unruly side, My parents wave me a lingering goodbye, They have always nurtured my childlike soul, As I try to fly from my warm nest, To accomplish and try to be the best, In a world full of colour so bold, I'm painted black and white, Standing out for all the wrong reasons, I dare to fight, I always daydream in multicolour scenes of joy, Living is a struggle with silent screams of turmoil, Stirring the concoction to the boil, As i listen to remarks that stick permanently, I try and climb to a great height, To discover a view, that I can never see, I bounce back into a fantasy of nature holding my hand, Accepting my limitations, Tasting the sweet prospect of finding words a sensation, Black and white finds the curious light, That shimmers with substance and dances across the page in ink, I cross a a wide bridge that is my link, To dissolving the empty divide, Like the certainty of the incoming tide.

This is quite relatable. I think we've all been here: challenging life; trying to find an escape when things get too hard; learning our limitations... Such is the human condition. You penned them well. I enjoyed this and look forward to reading more of your works. I'm new here. It's nice to meet you. Many blessings.(Report)Reply

No life can be painted merely black and white. Nature has got the whole innumerable range of hues, depths, blends and mixes for any life to fit with. Very much thought provoking and mesmerizing. Thanks for sharing the well honored poem. x(Report)Reply

No life can be painted merely black and white. Nature has got the whole innumerable range of hues, depths, blends and mixes for any life to fit with. Very much thought provoking and mesmerizing. Thanks for sharing. x(Report)Reply

Living is a struggle with silent screams of turmoil,
Stirring the concoction to the boil,
As i listen to remarks that stick permanently,
I try and climb to a great height,
To discover a view, that I can never see,
I bounce back into a fantasy of nature holding my hand,
Accepting my limitations,
Tasting the sweet prospect of finding words a sensation,
Black and white finds the curious light,
Beautifully written.Congratulations for being member poet of the day.
Subhas(Report)Reply